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Dreaded Premonition I know it in my heart I feel it to my core To give it a life of it’s own Would make it a secret no more. I cannot prove its existence Although clearly it does exist I am not positive it happened In my mind no doubt that it did. For me it matters greatly To others it matters not I am not able to prove it occured But there remains so much doubt. I’m consumed with what was done I need this evil to find Did this terrible thing happen? Or is it all in my mind? I’ll never know for sure There will always be some doubt Unless the mind remembers And finds the courage to let it out. The only way the soul will heal Is if the doors open wide Looking into the troubled mind And reveals what is broken inside.
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